x was a little strange
Now, I'm all for parents forcing their religion on kids. It's a natural process; what was shit for us is now shit for you.

Plus the Catholic guilt.

The boy was a born-again. His family, born-agains. The rules were born-again. Strict and ruthlessly secretive. He didn't drink, poor lad, or smoke [well, not a bad thing] but he kept house with his ladyfriend.

His ladyfriend, within my group of friends. They were often unhappy, or happy, or fighting or just plain rosy. Never knew what mood he was in. Weird kid.

The diary? Oh, right. Well, through my ladyfriend's bestest friend [also in my group of friends] i discovered that the lad kept a diary of day to day happenings. Nothing too unusual, you might think.

Except he kept score on everything people said to him. Ever. Ever. EVER.

There were, as to be expected, some comically sexually explicit entries. In fact, most of them were. And pertaining to his friends who were my friends etc.

I don't think anyone wants to know about how he'd like to cross-dress in some pseudo-psychological fantasy involving something a girl said to him. Or that he was erring on the repressed homosexual side.

He'll be teaching PE to high school kids in a few years - i await the Daily Mail spread (ho ho!).

No apologies for length or girth, because it always goes unnoticed anyways.
(Schumann makes awesome quiches., Fri 2 Feb 2007, 2:29, Reply)